Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 1638:

He felt helpless, uncertain how to ease her pain.

After hesitating, Ernest slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, lying beside her with a gentle hold.

Nerves prickled at him.

Even though they had Locke, his memories of that distant night were hazy. The details had faded so much that he could hardly recall anything at all. This was the first time he held her so closely, fully present and aware.

Was he crossing a line by taking advantage of her vulnerability?

His throat tightened with uncertainty, but before doubt could win, Elissa shifted in her sleep and tucked herself closer into his arms.

Her restless tears slowly faded.

A gentle smile crept onto Ernest’s lips. She needed him here. Right now, being there for her meant more than worrying about appearances.

night,

protest had roused

small comfort that Ernest had left on

she discovered she was nestled tightly against him. Color rushed to her cheeks. She distinctly remembered him sitting at

another grumble, making her cringe. She tried to shift his arm

“You’re awake?”

voice broke the

burning, she looked

better now. Are you feeling alright? Does your head still

little shy. “No…

A quiet laugh slipped from him as he reached

hear you. Sit

Elissa caught his arm, flustered. “You don’t need to

and she hated